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letra de vanilla paste - tallah

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[justin bonitz]
i said i’m never living like this
here we go, heat the knife
maybe end up dead
notice, everyone’s a little red

could it be? could it be?
could it be that you faked it just to push a narrative?
hide your kids, hide your wife
i’m about to play god

i’ve made a lot of enemies
and i want their heads

eat up!
oh, here comes another full-course meal
you’ll be fine

[garett hood (guerilla warfare)]
eat it up

playin’ god, imma’ act a heathen
the b-st-rd child and the non-believer
i ain’t gonna’ lie; i get mad, but then i get even

but i keep it’a movin’
bobbin’ and weavin’
you can’t touch me
i’m a slugger swingin’ – i stay on my king sh-t
louisville city made like an ali hit
i see you through the screen, seethin’
i can’t stand how you still on that poor, pitiful me bit
they say success is the best revenge
but honestly, i still wish that you’d stop f-ckin’ breathin’

you’re bitter b-tchin’ but i’m back and better
yeah, some shoot to k!ll, now i’m aimin’ to maim ‘em to death
done shovelin’ sh-t; you can go shove this here, b-tch

[justin bonitz]
i’ve gotten used to shoveling cr-p
hide your kids, hide your wife
i’m about to play god

if i gave you wiggle-room
would you make amends?

eat up
oh, here comes another full-course meal
you’ll be fine
cause dead men don’t vomit

and you’ve all come so d-mn far
there’s no need to call a cab back home
you’ll be fine

[aj channer (fire from the gods)]
tell them again
they think i’m breaking in silence
i’m just contemplating violence
so sick of the bullsh-t, so sick of all of this hatred
can’t take all the noise
i make the choice
when all i have is my f-cking voice

by now, you should know
that i’ve had enough of your boot on my neck
i’ve had enough

[aj channer, justin bonitz]
well, i find myself sitting in the corner
contemplating what h-ll looks like (h-ll looks like)
through these eyes (through these eyes)

well, i can’t imagine heaven looks any different
from the h-ll that’s our life (that’s our life)
our life

so sick of pain
sick of the paranoia
sick of the rage
sick of looking in the mirror

seeing myself, a man-made horror
horror
[justin bonitz]
like a fly, you’re so full of sh-t
everyone’s a little red
everyone’s a little red
everyone’s a little red and so full of sh-t

crippled, corrupt, that’s all they are
but wait, you’ll get what your heart cried for

eat up
oh, here comes another full-course meal
you’ll be fine
cause dead men don’t vomit

and you’ve all come so d-mn far
there’s no need to call a cab back home (there’s no need to call a cab back home)
you’ll be fine

everyone’s a little red
everyone’s a little red
everyone’s a little red
until they show how they feel

feel

[tom barber (darko/chelsea grin)]
spew

i spew forth blades
just to get ‘em out
just to get ‘em out
just to get ‘em out

i know it’s for the better if you just step aside
retching, pleading
trying to spit up what i’m holding deep inside

are you famished?
are you famished?
are you famished?

- tallah

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